Sometimes I don’t think shit through very well. Like planning to get back to serious, planned blogging the day I’m traveling two hours to get a new kitten.
Day twenty-six will be pictures of Marceline the Kitten Queen, as I am still not home and don’t feel like murdering my data allotment with a blog post. I’m not sorry.
Seventy-four (probably less lazy) days remaining.
Phil's Misadventures In Fiction 
Dude. You could wipe out two weeks worth of blogs by posting kitty pics. I say, “Work smarter, not harder.”
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A fair point, but I need to keep pushing myself to write. Goals and shit, man.
Oh yeah. Kind of like how I have a second draft deadline coming up in 4 weeks and still have half a novel to go.
Do you ever feel like blogging gets in the way of your fiction?
Somewhat, yes. Focusing on my Hundred Days of Blogging has detracted a little from writing other things, though I’ve been oddly uninspired lately.
I have another novel idea I’m going to give the Joshua’s Nightmares treatment. Still waiting on some final feedback on Joshua’s Nightmares before I begin the slow, horrifying slog through the process of trying to get that beast published.
The only advantage writing has over self-flagellation is that it doesn’t leave a mark.
Also, four weeks is sort of a long time. You should probably get on that, though, so nobody shows up at your door with a giant copy of The Elements of Style with which they’ll bludgeon you. Oddly specific, perhaps.
That’s the thing. I could knock it out in a week if second drafts were 1/10 as enjoyable as first drafts. I did spend about 4 hours on it this weekend, which is better than nothing.
Absolutely. Just keep at it. Best of luck!